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| - It was late, and I was hungry. This place was down the street from my hotel, and open. I didn't want McDonalds. There was only one guy in the place, so I figured I'd get some take-out. The proprietor came out, took my order, and promptly disappeared to the back. The Patron left, and I was alone in this dimly lit, frankly scary restaurant. All the other businesses surrounding it were closed. Here's what was weird-there was really no sound coming from the back room. Usually in a Chinese Joint, you hear the scraping of Spatula against Wok, but tonight....silence. No talking, no radio, nothing. Spooky! And it took a long time to get my stuff. I entertained the thought that the rude owner had ducked out the back door to go to another restaurant to get my food. I had some Cantonese chow mein which was boring, and an order of Crab Rangoon which weren't bad. So there.
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